My granny passed away in January 08. I guess you can say we were pretty close, because she stayed with us. At first, she was staying with her son. She a triple by pass surgery. We couldn't afford to take care of her at the time so my uncle took her in. Eventually, he put her out. We never knew why, but we just dealt with it, and did the best we could do.
So she started staying with us. And of course we would fall out, because she and I were exactly the same I guess, but we understood each other. Right after New Years 2008 she became sick. She was a stubborn old lady, so she wouldn't go to the hospital. One day it got so bad that I called 911. I felt guilty, because she had fallen in the floor. (I was upstairs and she was downstairs) I couldn't hear her calling me and I couldn't hear my phone when she called.
When I finally got up I went downstairs and she was sitting on the floor just picking stuff up off the carpet. I asked her how she got there she just said "I was trying to get to the couch..." I was scared to move her so I just called 911. They came and took her to the hospital. I had to call my mom so she could come home so we could go to the hospital with her. When we saw her she was talking and laughing. But they wanted to go ahead and take her to the hospital to make sure was okay.
The weirdest thing happened while we were there with her. They called my mom to the emergency room, while back there my mom was talking to granny, and at the end of the conversation my mom said " I love you" and my granny sat straight up in the bed and said " I love you too", but the scariest part that my mom said was when she said it, it was like she wasn't even talking to her. She was looking past my mom like she wasn't even there. My mom came back and told me this and when she told me I knew what was going to happen.
They found out that her potassium shot up so high that it turned into poison. They were doing dialysis to get the poison out. But she wasn't responding anymore after the first day. The second day she still wasn't responding. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with her. The third day was the same. The fourth day they ran tests and found out that she had a stroke and was brain dead. My mother decided my sister and I should be there to watch her pass at 64 years old.
Of course, I stayed and watched to be strong for my mother, but after all of that, that's when things started to a little crazy for me. I was fine the whole month, but after that I started having dreams about her. One dream I remember is that she was with all her children and grandchildren and so on and so on. All together there were 5 generations (nobody in our family has seen 5 generations) so it was a little off for me. Granny was just talking to us. Telling us stories then it jumps straight to her funeral. With all the generations lined up in order. It was just weird to me. Some dreams I would wake up with cold sweats others I would wake up crying.
I don't know if any of the dreams are significant, but they sure do get to me. Out of all the dreams I have, I always remember the ones with Granny. I have asked my mom about them she says granny is just stopping by to say hey. But my mom doesn't have the dreams, and my sister doesn't. So I guess what I'm trying to figure out is why me?
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But hey, what do I know? All I can say is to start writing them down when you awake and you may eventually discern a pattern.